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The Curse of the Almighty [Higgings, EU-EMERALD]


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Hey there, you folks! I decided to write a short paper about 2 of the main drops I received last year. I hope you enjoy the way this little story is written. This time, I decided to refrain from writing a book (as I usually do on Writing Contests :vp-hehe:) nevertheless, I hope you will like it!

 

The first curse of the Lord...

 

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Another brief year has come to an end. The Celebration of Lord Garahan would've soon taken place and every year each forsaken warlock, warrior and necromancer is called to make an offer to the Almighty, as a gift of thanks and as assurance of another cursed year to come. I stood in front of Lord Garahan's temple: a stunning example of architecture made by the hands of the fiendish elves slaves, our Lord's sworn enemies. Along the path, several undead merchants were trying earn something from the damned ones who neglected to find a worthy offer

 

-        This way, this way, my gentle costumer! I have got everything you would need to satisfy our Lord's desires! Only 60.000 gold coins! It’s an incredible offer!” Ridiculous. A serious offence to our Lord and his mercy.

As the last devotee approached to the entrance, I crossed the threshold of the temple, admiring the beauty of its insides: tapestries, statues, carpets… all made with materials which could not rot, rust or be destroyed in any known way. It’s been a long, long while and yet I can’t never get used to the magnificence of that place. Lord Garahan was sitting on his golden throne.

Alone, I stepped forward and knelt, waiting for his gaze to enlight my sorry corpse.

-        Thy presence in this sanctum is granted by my mercy upon thee, forsaken warrior. Show me what my mercy didt to thee”.

Only then, I started to speak: “Oh merciful God, it is for me an honour to stand before your grandeur. Long and far did I travel, discovering places and creatures far beyond my knowledge. Despite my ignorance of your glorious creations, I shall grant you the hide of a monstrosity, whose skin cannot be cut and his soul cannot be taken. Your creation, who goes by the name of Orcinus, has left a precious item with him, at the very moment of his defeat. This skin has incredible properties for us mortals, but never could I receive such prize if it wasn’t for your infinite generosity. And so, I shall give you what belongs to you, my Lord”

The God came closer to the gift and his eyes became a narrow red line.

-        “Orcinus” – he continued – “This name… it’s been so long. In truth, the most nefarious among my creations. Forsaken Warrior, how didst thou survive in this battle?

It never happened before that the Almighty Lord desired for knowledge… his lust for the particulars was something I could never expect. Cought off guard, I started to explain: “Oh Lord, your creature has not fallen by me and me alone. Indeed, I could never succeed without the help of my companions. Exasperating was the fight, as the abomination could protect himself from harm. His essences needed to be put in rest before we could damage his flesh. . But essences could not die entirely; in fact, remains of his tremendous power manifested the more the fight kept going. Many, among my companions, have found the desired prize, welcomed by your hands in the moment of death. Their sacrifice has served righteously, as the creature fell by the swing of my sword, exhausted by our perseverance. And this is the story, oh Magnificent”.

Lord Garahan made himself comfortable again on his throne. I completely lost cognition of time in the meanwhile. Silence… an endless silence filled the hall of the Temple. When all of a sudden: “Thy battle has proven to be written among the legends. My creature felled… his hide in my hand. Thine faith has saved thee, Forsaken Warrior. Far away couldest thou run, in places my memory has long forgotten. To reclaim the worth of thine treasure. However, thou returned before me, and gived what is most valuable among thy belongings”. He stopped for a brief moment and then raised from his throne: “Forsaken Warrior, Arise! As among the immortals thy place is. I, Lord Garahan, shall grant thee my curse. Long may thou fight and richer thy prize may be. In truth, I shall grant thee a richer treasure if the creature is once again defeated. So have I decided. Thy deeds shall be made upon my name, Forsaken Warrior. Now, Be gone”.

It was enough one more week for my Lord's curse to manifest itself…

 

The Second curse of the Lord...

 

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Edited by Higgings
Just a little adjustment
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4 hours ago, Gladiator said:

Damn, I'm suddenly not so confident in my measly little poem :scaredpumpkin:

 

It's not important the subject of your poem more than its content and how you describe that. Nowhere in the rules it is written that the item you're "describing" shall be rare and fabulous. They judge your literacy and the way it is written in general, and this is where I focused the most. 

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